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"Pressure stabilized," Rez’s voice crackled over the comms. "Get the ore in the centrifuge, Alex. If we don’t get this steel production automated by nightfall, the heaters are going to fail."

The air in the airlock cycled with a metallic hiss, a sound that usually meant safety. But for Alex and Rez, "safety" was a relative term on the frozen surface of Europa. Stationeers по сети

Alex lugged the heavy crates of iron and coal toward the furnace room. The base was a chaotic web of insulated pipes—green for oxygen, red for volatiles, and yellow for the waste gases they were desperately trying to scrub. "We’ve got a blowout!" Alex yelled suddenly. "Pressure stabilized," Rez’s voice crackled over the comms

"Don't open the door!" Rez commanded, his avatar sprinting toward the external manual shut-off. "The pressure differential will rip the suit right off you. I’m venting the room to the vacuum." But for Alex and Rez, "safety" was a